I had a very scary, traumatic thing happen to me tonight. I was babysitting my friend Molly’s charge, when I went to go get a phone charger out of my car because my battery was getting low. I’d already been out to my car once to get my purse, literally five minutes prior…
I closed the door behind me, proceeded to dig through my car trying to find a charger (to no avail) and grab my backpack and go to walk back in the house. Go up to the door and turn the handle… *insert wide eyed emoji here* Jiggle the handle. Jiggle the handle as hard as I can. Nope. You guys, E (5mo) and I were LOCKED OUT OF THE HOUSE, with nothing but my car keys and a vague memory of “the neighbor map” and who lives where on their street. Side note: everyone should have a neighbor map. It saved us, kind of.
We went to their go-to house and knocked on their door, no answer. Then went to another house that was circled as a go-to house, again no answer. One more house, but it’s old people and they don’t really know the family I’m sitting for — awesome. But, he comes to look and see if any doors or windows are open for me, which was super nice of him.
So we sit in my car with the heater on for a while then go knock on more doors, luckily someone answered on the first try. They’re looking for DB’s business card when E starts crying because she’s hungry. You guys, I totally cried in some strangers living room. SO awkward.
Then I have an a-ha moment. DUH. I can tweet/ direct message Molly, their normal nanny. Surely she’ll have their garage door code and know where the hidden key is! So the neighbors kindly let me use their computer to log onto Twitter. Low and behold Molly did have that info and just like that we were back inside the house. After a bottle, diaper change, and lots of rocking — E was off to dreamland completely un-phased.
I, on the other hand, am completely traumatized and will never be leaving any sort of work house without my phone ever again. I felt like a complete asshole for not being able to feed E on time, and for getting us locked outside in the cold in general. But on the other hand, I’m thankful I had my car keys and the baby with me. Imagine if I had left her inside while I ran out to my car. I probably would’ve called 911 from a neighbors house, no lie.
Have you ever stranded yourself outside before? What did/didn’t you have with you?
Hopefully I’m not alone in this!